Emma Lazarus
Emma Lazarus
Emma Lazaruswas an American poet born in New York City...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth22 July 1849
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
men bird study
No man had ever heard a nightingale, When once a keen-eyed naturalist was stirred To study and define -- what is a bird.
life littles window
I seem to have always one little window looking but into life.
morning peace grief
The soul, at peace, reflects the peace without, Forgetting grief as sunset skies forget The morning's transient shower.
simple poetry impassioned
Poetry must be simple, sensuous, or impassioned.
lying past giving
There is no comfort looking forth nor back, The present gives the lie to all her past.
turns
Naught is too small and soft to turn and sting.
light eagles space
The little and the great are joined in one By God's great force. The wondrous golden sun Is linked unto the glow-worm's tiny spark; The eagle soars to heaven in his flight; And in those realms of space, all bathed in light, Soar none except the eagle and the lark.
mother fate years
Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate ...
passion evil age
The Jewish problem is as old as history, and assumes in each age a new form. The life or death of millions of human beings hangs upon its solution; its agitation revives the fiercest passions for good and for evil that inflame the human breast.
stars night shining
Kindle the taper like the steadfast star Ablaze on evening's forehead o'er the earth, And add each night a lustre till afar An eightfold splendor shine above thy hearth.
care may today
Let our first care today be the re-establishment of our physical strength, the reconstruction of our national organism, so that in future, where the respect due to us cannot be won by entreaty, it may be commanded, and where it cannot be commanded, it may be enforced.
inspirational tired urbanization
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
marginalization
Until we are all free, we are none of us free.
tired urbanization civilization
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.